Pygmalion's dream
The hand creates and chiseled stone,rises from beneath the striking. Hidden here below the fracture. The beautifull is corporal, the beautifull is real.
I writhe these dreams, to make this world, someting more than hate and greed. I cast a vision, to change the tides, to give this world what i have seen.
Find the face within the stone.
The cyphered dreams, of love enduring. No wind shall come to move this stone. For here I plant my gift to you, a monument within the mind.
the stone is breathing, the heart is beating and my soul is present in every word...
While angels comfort, should you fall
